Still no yoga.
My plan all week was to take myself to dinner last night after therapy at my favorite cafe, read for awhile, then go to a late class. But *cough* *sneeze* *sniffle*. Another box of tissues down.
So, I decided I'd wake up early this morning and go, because my nose has been clearer in the mornings. But I woke up even earlier, with horrible cramps, 'cause Shark Week decided to come to Taylorland a week early for no fucking reason.
But, as I discussed with my therapist last night, I'm being oh so gentle with myself. In the past I'd be BEATING MYSELF UP over not going to class in the past week. But you know what? Life happens, I'm human, and I didn't get there this week.
'Cause I'm a hot fucking mess.